Day off, Sydney.

I called Bruce around lunchtime to see how he was doing and was most surprised when he told me that he was in hospital. I hot-footed it over to St. Vincents Hospital casualty ward to find him in bed in pretty good spirits, saying he'd come in because he'd woken up with chest pains. They'd already done some tests and found a couple of small irregularities, nothing enormously alarming, but enough to keep him in for further investigation. St Vincents is amazing. It happens to be the best heart hospital in Australia, with extraordinarily helpful (and curiously well groomed) staff. I didnt see an employee in the place who was over thirty years old, all with groovy haircuts and an innate sense of style. At lunchtime they served sushi and I kept expecting George Clooney to swan in at any moment.

Bruce and I hung out and just chatted the day away, managing to keep fear at bay despite his being hooked up to all manner of tubes and wires. Eventually he was taken up to a proper ward (again, all very nice and coincidentally overlooking the cricket field where we shot the Zoo TV DVD). There were a few anxious moments during the evening, as the chest pain would come and go. One of the doctors assessed the symptoms, which he confirmed did suggest that Bruce was having a heart-attack right in front of us.

Bono called me when he heard what was going on and said that, though unlikely, he wanted Bruce to be aware that he once contracted a virus that inflames the membrane around the heart, exactly mimicking heart-attack symptoms. It was a long shot, but perhaps this was something similar.

I stayed till midnight, when the hospital staff pointed out that visiting hours had ended five hours previously. Theyd been great to us, so I thought it best to head home. Bruce goes in for an angiogram tomorrow that will tell us everything we need to know. Till then were keeping everything crossed.